by Cooper   Oct 26, 2006

Hail the fake angel Eve,
pretend virgin and mother cheat.
With no locks between her thighs,
on the unfaithful sanctum door.

In her garden Lust,
of gold scale serpents
and red thorn rose heirophants.
To where she writhes beneath,
sky and Man alike.

Like Sirens are,
her exquisite open breasts.
Adam's urge is her scar,
and his hands just like pests.

And there on her bed,
of deflowered secrets.
With apples to keep her fed,
upon a Lord's questionable faith.
She puts fingers in hidden places,
virginity stained, with devils late.


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  • 17 years ago

    by Lenny

    What a gorgeous vocabulary you have!
    *ends comment with that*
    That poem was great! I love the constant theme you stick to- gah! *drools* Brilliant.

  • 17 years ago

    by CY GINDLE


  • 17 years ago

    by Weeping Wolf

    Yes, no matter my religon, i disagree with what eves purpose was as well. if u know of the times before Eve, there was Lilith (adam's first mate, but also his equal) who was exciled becuz she was indomitable and would not surrender to Adam. that is how it should be. i like ur writing, and this is the first i've seen of it, but i think its good (i found it while skimming the religious poems). good job, check out my new religous poem when u have time.